miami.

i didn't really love living in florida. sounds crazy, but i just wasn't wild about it. it's always summer. always. there are no seasons other than hurricane season. everything around you is latin or latin-themed. nothing wrong with that but i mean, sometimes you need a break from black beans and rice. not to mention it is highly annoying when people first speak to you in spanish before attempting english. florida is not 365 days of beach time, golfing, cocktails, and whatever else. it's more like 365 days of rude tourists, insane humidity, douchebags, and superficial bitches.

i am not hispanic. i am not hispanic in any way. i am indian. i was born in bombay. i like to eat samosas. just because i happen to have caramel skin (couldn't resist that description) and dark curly hair does not make me hispanic. end. of. story.

anyway, after having moved back to chicago this past january and having a challenging time finding a full time gig in this wonderful economy and job market i am kind of thinking about putting in one more year here in chitown and then possibly moving to florida and maybe living in miami. this all could also be because my sweetheart of a mother came to visit for a few days and i would like to be a little closer to the family unit. i also happen to miss driving my lil sports car. i also sometimes miss short dresses, high heels, and lots of champagne. 

things i don't miss? sticking to the seats in my car when it is 100+ degrees outside. too much spanish everything. summer temps in december. mosquitos. lack of real city life.

i know going back to florida will leave me missing the first snow. yearning for hunter boots, christmas lights on michigan avenue, diehard chicago sports fans as opposed to front running florida sports fans (dolphins, heat, marlins...), giardiniera, and a lot more.

miami 2013? we shall see.